Reviews
Alan
I don't know the 100, but there will be plenty of world jumping and girls for his harem
doug89
That might of worked.
sandmanwake
It sounds good in theory, but imbuing humans with demonic powers sounds very risk, and I've seen it work out badly in TV shows like Buffy and Charmed. Besides there are easier ways for them to become better a fighting monsters, like magical items, getting their hands on more advanced weapons. Stuff like that.
Slayer Gothic - Wishverse
Part 10
12 Grimmauld Place. The Wizarding World.
Within the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix an odd collection of people had gathered for an important meeting. These people, who were a mixture of male and female, as well as young and old, were either dressed quite peculiarly in robes of various styles, or wore clothing more suited to the non-magical folk they shared this world with.
What they all had in common was that they were all showing signs of despair, weariness and general grogginess due to a lack of sleep as well as a great amount of worry. They'd all be run ragged over summer, ever since the Dark Lord had begun moving openly, and despite some recent setbacks for their enemy they were losing this war. They all knew this.
These people were the Order of Phoenix which was a vigilante group founded by Albus Dumbledore; who was the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as well as a recipient of the Order of Merlin, which had been a reward for his defeat of the powerful Dark Lord Grindelwald. He had some other titles too, but they would take too long to recite.
Dumbledore was an old man, with blue eyes hidden behind spectacles, and a great white beard that looked as if it could be used to sweep the floors if it got any long. As if to contrast the dark mood in the room he wearing colourful robes, but his face was dominated by a frown.
He could not be blamed for this as given the disarray at the Ministry, Dumbledore was effectively the leader of the magical community here in Great Britain.
This society had come into existence when magical people banded together and formed their own communities and their own governments, living in an essentially different world separate from the non-magical world. While this arrangement had given the magical folk a measure of security, unlike their non-magical counterparts the magical humans seemed to be stuck in the middle ages, at least in some sense.
Much like the feudal civilisations throughout history they had class system based on what family a person was born into. Which resulted in a elite pureblood class, a middle class of half-bloods and the downtrodden class of muggleborns. Also there were those who didn't support this system despite having pureblood status, they were referred to as blood traitors.
Because of the inefficient governance and rampant corruption within the Wizarding World, the pureblood elite had gained power, using their wealth and privilege to allow most of them to escape punishment for their crimes. They used this power and freedom to persecute the muggleborns, and anyone else they didn't like. As such Magical Britain now found itself a haven for terrorist activities. Which the incompetent government was unable to deal with.
Things hadn't been too bad until Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort ascend to the rank of Dark Lord, and began creating an army of dark wizards called "Death Eaters", while also allying with dark creatures like Vampires, Werewolves, Giants, Trolls and things even worse.
The Death Eaters were mostly made up of purebloods, and the dark creatures were who were oppressed due to actions of the Magical government, which was kept in power by the very purebloods who rallied to Voldemort.
To makes matters even worse Voldemort was quite a powerful dark wizard and with his army he embarked on a crusade meant to conquer the magical world beginning with Britain. By the 1970's the magical part of Great Britain was plunged in a civil war. Voldemort was opposed by Dumbledore and his allies, the Order of the Phoenix.
Alas for the witches and wizards who took up arms the methods employed by Voldemort were very effective as with his countless raids, widespread destruction and chaos ensued. Also the followers of the Dark Lord were willing to use the darkest magic were as those good witches or wizard willing to fight would not resort to such means.
The Ministry of Magic could not stop him either even though they'd send many of Voldemort's supporters to Azkaban; the Wizarding Prison.
With the use of the Imperius curse and blackmail, as well as outright attacks Dark Lord Voldemort's forces had gotten the upper hand. It looked as if they would take over Magical Britain and once in power their influence would spread.
Then Voldemort had failed to kill a one year old baby. The Dark Lord hadn't died, but he'd been driven away and suddenly the tide turned. The Death Eaters were either locked up, or they changed sides, claiming to have been under the control of dark magic. Only it some cases had this actually been true.
Following this there had been years of peace, and the Dark Lord's attempt to return to power via the Philosopher's stone failed. All in thanks to the same child who Voldemort had failed to kill all those years ago.
Sadly the peace hadn't lasted. The Dark Lord had returned, and after a year of working in the shadows he was now moving openly again. Voldemort was gathering followers, recruiting allies among the dark creatures of the world, removing those who defied him, and causing suffering for the non-magical humans who didn't even know that magic existed, so they were unable to defend themselves.
"Albus! We need to be thinking up ways of dealing with these Death Eater scum" Alastor Moody was saying "The time for using stunners while they pick us off one by one is over".
During the last war the Ministry had given the Aurors, the dark wizard catchers, permission to use even the most deadly of curses as a means of stopping the Death Eaters. That had happened, yet, and while he was no longer an active Auror, Moody was willing to use lethal force if needs be.
"We cannot use such dark and lethal spells because then we will become just like them" Dumbledore replied.
Moody did not like hearing this.
"Albus! We are losing the war" Mad-Eye declared "Our numbers are dwindling fast, if you keep holding us back like this there won't be anyone left to stop those scum from going after the Muggles, and the where will be?".
Dumbledore, who had lived through both World Wars knew that a war between Magical and non-magical humans would be war that they couldn't win. There were simply to many Muggles and their technology had advanced very quickly over the last century.
The only way to ensure peace was for the magical world and the non-magical world to stay apart. That didn't mean that certain Muggles couldn't be trusted with knowledge of magic, but the majority had to remain ignorant in order for all to be safe.
This was something that Voldemort and his followers simply didn't understand. They though of Muggles as vermin, and this hate blinded them to the truth that it was best for all if magical and no magic didn't mix.
"I think we need to deal with the Death Eaters with a stronger hand" said Remus Lupin "If not for our sake then for future generations".
Dumbledore seeing that his support was weakening, knew that he had to do something potential dangerous.
"I believe that I have discovered a way by which we can defeat Voldemort and his Death Eaters once and for all" stated the Headmaster.
This was only partly a lie. Only one person could defeat Tom Riddle, but there was nothing in the Prophecy to say that the Chosen One couldn't be helped.
"Do you really mean that we can win this war?" an Order member asked.
Dumbledore seeing he had everyone's attention gave the room one of his famous grandfatherly smile
"Of course, we can prevail" he promised.
Alastor Moody, not one to be convinced by mere words, made a dismissive gesture.
"Get on with it. I want to hear your plan for winning this war" he said.
Mad-Eye was an old friend, and for all his gruffness he was a fierce defender of all that was good, as such Dumbledore held his tongue, refused to scold the Auror for his rudeness, and gave into Alastor's demand.
"I have been searching for a final way to deal with Voldemort for some time" informed the Headmaster "During my research I stumbled upon a summoning ritual by which we can summon a mighty warrior from another world who can help us in the war against the Dark Lord".
Dumbledore had actually been looking for ways to banish Tom Riddle from this world, however since he wouldn't be able to control where the dark wizard went the Headmaster wasn't willing to potential unleash such an evil on a world that might have no means of defending itself against the Dark Lord. Plus it would very hard to keep Voldemort contained in the ritual space long enough to send him away.
"And why do you think that the person who is summoned will help us?" another Order member enquired "What's in it for them?".
A good question. One that Dumbledore had spent some time pondering.
"Well we will be the only people who will be able to send this warrior home" answered the Headmaster "And warriors have expenses, so I imagine that a sum of gold can be agreed upon. Besides from that they will be a champion, a hero, and will wish to help us defeat evil in all its forms".
Most of the Order seemed satisfied with this response.
"I do not like the idea of abducting someone against their will" the defeater of Grindlewald was now saying "but we have to win this war, and to win this war we need a champion"
Had the Chosen One been older then this wouldn't be required, but Potter wasn't ready and Dumbledore knew this.
"I will require seven to carry out this ritual" the Headmaster told the group "Myself and six others. While it is not without risk, seven of us should have the power required to safely bring a champion to our world".
Before long six wand wavers had volunteered and Dumbledore knew that it was time to start the ritual soon.
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12 Grimmauld Place. The Wizarding World.
This was not the place I'd meant to come to. I'd been testing out my Old One magic, trying to perfect my ability to open gateways to other worlds, intending to visit a world I'd been to before in order to pick up some rather useful items.
Yet I was not where suppose to be. Instead I was in some underground room by the looks of things. Around me was a summoning circle, I'd seen such things before, as for light the room had been lit up with floating candles of all things.
The group around me was led by a bearded old man with spectacles, overly colourful robes, and a grandfatherly face, who I just knew had to be some version of Albus, lots of middle names, Dumbledore. He was the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and while I'd been to the Wizarding World before this guy had been dead in that reality, or so I remembered, so this had be an alternate version of that world.
Also here there was a heavily scarred man with a leg stump and magical eye, that had to be Mad-Eye Moody. The others could be Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, and there were some people I didn't recognise so either they weren't in the movies or they'd just been unimportant background characters.
I'd appeared before them in a superhero landing pose, which I hoped looked suitable impressive, and I must look quite the sight in my combination of body armour and biker gear. I didn't think they'd been expecting someone like me as I was currently getting some very odd looks.
"Did you summon me?" I questioned.
During my studies of magic I'd come across summoning rituals for all sorts of demons, and other magical creatures, but never had I seen a ritual meant to summon a human. Although thinking on it I did have a demonic essence within me.
Perhaps that was what had been summoned, only that didn't really make any sense either as why would the Order of the Phoenix, the name given to the group of people around me, summon up any kind of demon. Could they be the bad guys of this world. More information was needed.
"Greetings warrior" said the bearded man "I am Albus Dumbledore the leader of this group. Which we call the Order of Phoenix. We are a organisation dedicated to protecting the people of this land from the Dark Lord Voldemort, and his minions"
Okay that was all well and good as it meant I hadn't been summoned up by a bunch of bad guys. However it didn't really answer my question. Not that I couldn't guess at their motivations.
"Could someone please explain what I am doing in this world?" I asked.
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"We were losing the war against Voldemort and his forces" he told me "As such we had no choice but to use a summoning ritual to call fourth a great warrior to aid us in this war".
This just confused me further. A Slayer was a fine warrior against a variety of threats, evil wizards were not one of them. Sure I could do some impressive magic, but most Slayers couldn't so much as float a pencil, and we had no special defences against spells.
"I am sorry, warrior but we are not equipped to deal with the forces of Voldemort ourselves" the Headmaster of Hogwarts was now saying "Our numbers are dwindling, and the dark forces are growing in power".
Must be sometime after the Goblet of Fire judging by the fact the Order was active, and the fact that Voldemort was around. Given that Sirius Black was here it might be the time of the Order of the Phoenix movie. Perhaps I'd find out.
"And why did you think that summoning someone from their world and asking them to fight your war for you, was somehow a good idea?" I asked.
I could not believe the nerve of these people, and more I thought about it the more reasons I had to be angry. If I'd been lacking my own means of returning home I would have been stuck here.
"Please great warrior" pleaded Dumbledore "I know that this was not the right action to take but these are desperate times".
Now I was thinking about how I could take advantage of this situation. Since I had a way home, which was mostly reliable, I was free to leave when ever I wished. So I could stay for a while, grab some stuff of value, and then bugger off.
"You want me to fight some dark wizards?" I asked.
Dumbledore visibly relaxed.
"Well it will cost you" I said.
Dumbledore tensed again, but only for a moment.
"Perhaps we could go upstairs and discuss this like civilised people" Dumbledore suggested.
Well that would be better than standing here in a summoning circle, and my knee was a bit sore after than impractical landing. Its far more painful than the movies suggested. Thankfully I would heal fast.
"I could I get some tea?" I wondered as we entered the kitchen "Its been ages since I've drunk proper tea".
While it was possible to get decent tea bags even in California it just never tasted right. Although that might be a product of where I was drinking it rather than its preparation.
"Of course, why not?" a woman who I knew just had to be Molly Weasley said to me "I'll get you some biscuits too".
She bustled off to make tea with another woman helping her. All others took a seat in the kitchen and I ended up with Albus Dumbledore sitting across from me.
"To start with my name is Damien Mason" I informed the Order "But you can call me Slayer Gothic".
The other me never really used the title so I'd decided that I would try it out.
"And if you want to know about me then I guess I'll start with the Prophecy" I was now saying to the Order "It will help you understand what I am about".
Dumbledore sat up straighter upon hearing that. No surprise there as Prophecy had played a large role in the course of events in the magical world.
"Into every generation, there is a chosen one. One man in all the world. He alone will wield the strength and skill to stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness; To stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. He is the Slayer".
While I'd never heard that prophecy refer to the Slayer as a he rather than a she, their had to be a version of it like that somewhere in the multi-verse. A demon I'd met once had referred to other male Slayers so I doubted that I was unique.
"To put it simply" I said next "Slayer is the title given to a person who chosen by fate to the next in the Slayer line. When the Slayer dies their powers are passed onto another, and that person is bestowed with mystical powers from an ancient demon, but we are humans physically and mentally, we have souls, our powers come from something dark, but we use them to protect people".
I had more to say on this subject.
"While we primarily known as Vampire Slayers as the vampires where I am from are soulless monsters that need to be destroyed so that they don't overrun the Earth and consume all the humans. But the Slayer is a hunter of all evil mystical forces they come across" I then added "This can include dark wizards, but we normally don't go after humans".
Not that Voldemort counted as human.
"As for our powers we sometimes have prophetic dreams that are granted to use by a higher power or powers" I explained "They aren't always helpful".
This was because the PTBs (the Powers That Be) were actually Old Ones, and while not evil they were very alien creatures, as such direct communication between the Powers and humans simply wasn't possible. That was why they sent visions and spoke to some people in dreams.
"We also have the ability to sense the supernatural" I informed everyone "And were very good at hand-to-hand combat, we have inbuilt skills with weapons. I also have superhuman strength, superhuman speed, reflexes and agility. Superhuman stamina. Superhuman durability Superhuman regeneration, and enhanced senses".
I let everyone take that in for a moment as my tea was served. I hadn't needed to tell them that much, but it would build trust, and I would need that if we were going to work together so that I would get paid.
"You might be who we need" said Dumbledore "Now I wonder what it will cost us".
I could think of a few things.
"Payment can be in gold, silver and gems" I told the Headmaster "No coins, but stuff made from valuable materials, and I do like magical items. I'll need some enchanted armour if you have any, lightweight is best. Just equal it the bounty you have on these dark wizards".
I was sure that between them that they could make fighting Death Eaters worth while. They had a lot of useful stuff like potions and wands, which I knew I couldn't use, but Tara could. I'd have to bring her here to get a wand.
"That will take time to arrange" Dumbledore told me "The Ministry does have a bounty for the capture of Death Eaters".
Bringing them in alive could be a problem. Hopefully they would accept dead.
"Understood. In the meantime I would like to read any books you have on the recent history of your world, and any newspapers you have, so I can better understand this world" I requested "Would that be acceptable?".
They'd need some time to process what I had just told them.
"That is perfectly acceptable," Dumbledore replied "I'm sure Sirius will make the Black family library available to you".
While it wasn't urgent it would look odd if I didn't enquire about a way home.
"Is there is any way to get back to my dimension?" I asked.
Dumbledore shook his head.
"Unfortunately, there is no way for a person summoned by the specific ritual we used to go back" I was told "However I will begin work on a ritual to send you back, this may take some time".
I'd bet every dollar in my wallet that the Headmaster would discover away just after I was no longer of any use to him. Not that it really mattered.
"For now you should get some rest while I gather your payment and see if I get some support from the ministry" Dumbledore said to me while standing up "Sirius please make our guest feel at home".
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12 Grimmauld Place. The Wizarding World.
I woke up from a Slayer dream with a sense that this world's Chosen One happened to be in danger. When this harm would come I didn't know exactly, and while I couldn't be sure that it would happen soon, I did feel that it was important that I go now.
"Mr Black!" I called out.
It was very late at night, gone 2am, however the man was awake.
"Please call me Sirius" he requested "Every time someone calls me that I'll keep looking around for my father, and I'd rather not see him".
Since my father was a disappointment I could understand his feelings, but this wasn't time for any male bonding.
"This is going to sound strange, but I think your godchild is in danger" I said.
Black stiffened.
"What do you mean?" he demanded to know.
Even with the sense of urgency I would need to explain as I needed this man's help.
"Like I told you in the kitchen we Slayers have dreams sent to us by something above us" I tried to explain "These dreams warn of danger, and while they can be next to useless, sometimes they can be very clear, so I know that your godchild is in danger. I need to get to Potter as quickly as I can".
Sirius grabbed my arm.
"Follow me" he instructed.
We headed to another part of the house.
"I can't leave the House" he told me as we moved "Not after what happened at the Ministry, and you can't apparate since your not a witch or wizard".
That last part was true.
"You can't get to Harry's place via the floo either" Black was now saying "Which means broom or my bike".
We entered what happened to be the garage of the house, and inside it was a bike. His flying motorcycle I assumed.
"Take this" Black instructed.
He threw at me what seemed to be a leather jacket, only it didn't look right.
"It's made of dragonhide" he told me "Tougher than any leather made by Muggles, and it can resist some magic. Won't stop a killing curse, but it can handle most minor spells".
Now this was worth my time and energy.
"The bike flies itself" the animagus informed me "Just stay focused on where you want to go, and don't worry about the buttons".
By now the garage was opening up into what I guessed to be the back garden. The bike started it up and I discovered that it didn't read my mind so much as it responded to what I wanted to happen. Thankfully I had some experience with magical items and didn't end up crashing into a tree.
"Helmet?" I asked.
While it was Muggle made I sensed magic on it, and when I looked through the darkened visor, the night become day.
"Cool" I said.
My voice sounded odd when I'd just spoken,
"I made it to hide my voice as well as my face, the bike isn't strictly speaking legal. Now go save my goddaughter" Black urged me.
The bike was up in the air before I realised that he'd used the word goddaughter and not godson.
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4 Privet Drive. Little Whinging.
Harriet Daisy Potter, Harry to her friends, was feeling pretty depressed. The past year had not ended well for her, not that any of them really did. She'd found out about the prophecy only weeks ago, and finding out that you were the only person who can stop the Dark Lord wasn't the best news you could get.
Not long after getting that important bit of news she'd been shipped off to the home of her relatives, once again isolating her from the magical world.
She needed to know what was happening out there, so she'd written to her friends, and instead of them telling her anything helpful all she got useless stupid, vague advice. Be nice, don't make waves, get along, don't ask questions. Always the same thing.
How dare they treat her like that! She didn't see them facing Voldemort multiple times!.
Harriet sighed. She wasn't sure why she'd ever expected anything different. Her whole life was like that. No one telling her anything and getting upset at her when she tried to find things out. The Dursleys, the Professors, Dumbledore. She just hadn't expected it from her so called friends as well.
This summer was particularly hard since people had started to notice she was a girl. The Dursleys had taken to locking her away days at a time after the first time Dudley tried to touch her. Saying she had used her freakishness on him. And going out wasn't much better.
Dudley had a gang and all of them looked her in ways that made her skin crawl. Being locked up was turning out to be the better part of her summer. At least inside the house no one looked at her like she was piece of meat.
The sound of shouting drew her attention. As expected it was Vernon. But for once it wasn't at her, or about his job, or the neighbours, or the government, or anyone that wasn't his wife and son. It sounded like he was yelling at someone who was outside. He'd been yelling more than ever recently, and this combined with the heat was why she'd hadn't fallen asleep yet despite the hour.
At hearing the word 'freaks' Harriet scrambled over to the window. Despite herself she felt a surge of hope. Maybe her so called friends came to pick her up?
It was too dark outside too see anything, it was after all nearly 3 in the morning. Then the door slammed, and Harriet got the impression that whomever had been at the door, had just gotten it slammed in their face or faces.
"Potter!" her Uncle yelled.
Vernon clearly blamed her even if she didn't know what was going on, and she didn't have to try to explain as suddenly the door was kicked off its hinges. No wait, maybe it had been blown of its hinges by a spell.
"Now see here! You freaks aren't allowed in here!" Vernon was shouting.
Uncle Vernon's loud rant suddenly stopped as Harriet made it to the top of the stairs. Then Harry gaped in horror at the stump where her Uncle's head used to be.
"Vernon!" Aunt Petunia yelled.
There was a flash of green and Petunia dropped to the floor.
"Grab the girl, the Dark Lord wants her alive" a cruel voice said.
The Death Eaters were here, and suddenly Harriet was getting dragged out of the house she was sure that she about to die when there was a loud noise, and the dark wizards all turned to see a motorbike landing on the well maintained lawn of 4 Privet Drive.
A man, if he was a man, stepped off the motorcycle, Harriet saw that he wore a motorcycle helmet, a cool looking leather jacket, denim jeans, and boots. That was fine, however other things were odd. Such as the sword the man carried, and the fact that his voice sounded very strange.
"Let the girl go" the biker ordered.
The Death Eaters did nothing, at first.
"Kill 'im" said on of the masked wizards.
Harriet Potter had her father's skill as a Seeker, which required being able to keep track of a small golden ball which flew around a pitch while the Seeker tried to chase it on a broom, while also avoiding bludgers and sometimes a beater's bat. This required her to quickly process what was going around her, and it was only that allowed her to follow what happened next.
A Death Eater fired off a Killing Curse. The spell should have ended the stranger's life very quickly, only he dropped to the ground, rolled to the side, and then threw a knife at the dark wizard who had just tried to kill him.
Voldemort's minion just stood there for a moment until he dropped to the ground, a knife now in the shoulder of his wand arm. This was more effective than a stunner or a disarming spell as it would took time for even a trained medi-witch to fix that wound, and none of the Death Eaters had those expertise.
The shock wore of quickly, but it was more than enough time for the biker to get back to his feet, and while the other Death Eaters tried to scatter, the man in the leather jacket began to attack.
Moving at a speed even Harriet had trouble following the stranger grabbed a Death Eater and span the man around as another Killing Curse flew at the biker, the dark wizard took the spell, dropping limp and hitting the ground. Which again made the bad guys pause for a moment.
"Get on the bike" the man in the leather jacked ordered.
Harriet wisely did as she was told, and heard a series of loud bangs, as the biker shot several Death Eaters in places that were unlikely to be fatal as long as they got to a healer quickly enough.
"He's got a fireleg!" a dark wizard called out .
The-Girl-Who-Lived assumed that guy had meant to say firearm. Not that it really mattered right now as the world was suddenly covered in darkness. Harriet couldn't see anything, it was pitch black, and all she could hear was shouting.
Someone moved to sit on the bike, and she found herself grabbing onto someone as the bike took off. An experience that seem oddly familiar somehow.
Before long they were up in the sky, and Harriet was able to look down on the house of her relatives. The lawn was covered in a patch of total darkness which only covered the part where the Death Eaters still stood, and from up here she could see that some spell had set 4 Privet Drive on fire.
This left Harriet feeling glad that her cousin had been out drinking the night away with this gang, as it meant that at least he'd been spared. As horrible as her relatives were to her she'd never wanted them dead, and she found that she even had a few tears for them.
A bit of good news was that Hedwig had been allowed out to hunt so the snowy white bird hadn't been in the house when it caught fire. She'd lost all her school stuff, and some personal items, but at least she was alive. Harriet knew this as she spotted the owl, Hedwig was following them.
All she could do about it now was hold on to the man who'd saved her and hope that he was not leading her off to a worse fate than what the Death Eaters had planned for her.